Oh, how I laughed.
Last Saturday night will live up there with some of the funniest, most mental nights enjoyed ever!
Admittedly, four days later I am still suffering (I blame the Sambucca, liquor of Satan) and Slap has only just started to see the funny side, but IT WAS WORTH IT!!
We started off with a few drinks, then moved on to the most delicious Malaysian meal, eaten in darkness as there was a power failure and finished up in our friends local. Lovely bar in a slightly seedy part of town with a handkerchief sized dancefloor and a lot of very well manicured men.
I don't remember much after the first round of shots, apparently though it was deemed time to go when I entered into a dance off with a 6'4" Tina Turner looki-likee.
What can you do, if you got the moves its your duty to get them out at every opportunity and believe me, my Tina is a thing of wonder. Slap is of the impression that it's more reminiscent of electrocution than Nut Bush but he also thinks my Elvis looks like I need a hip replacement so he's not to be trusted.
Roll on 2013... (I can only manage debauchery on this level once a year!)